Well, bless her broody heart! O.O The first chicks we hatched after we bought our farm were Dominiques from eggs I got at the Knoxville Zoo. It was really cold in February at the time, and one of the hens there had a bunch of chicks following her around. I guess some gals have to go broody whenever the urge strikes.Have a great weekend!

So funny, Paula! Love that photo. I lived on a farm until age 12 and we had a hen house. The chores fell mostly to my older sibs, but I remember trying to get eggs out from under chickens---I was really scared!!! I think I would just pass by your gal:)

oh goodness she seems to be defining "feathers ruffled" - attack mode chicken. Yet another reason I don't have a rooster - so far I haven't had hens go broody without a male to (wait for it - you know where I'm going)a male egging them on!Oh the groans and moans but it was fun.sorry about the wound - but now you are officially henpecked! aargh - enough from an egghead like me

Thanks for the smile this a.m.Wishing you an enjoyable December weekend, Paula. I'm not posting on my blog for a few weeks - John just started on insulin and prednisone (for an allergic reaction to medicine) I'll still be visiting and feel free to email me any time.Hugs to Lily!

Sadie is a totally Round hen! That eye does look rather cold and calculating! I had a goose named Paris that was so intent on having babies that twice she went to a neighbor that had about 20 geese. She was sure she could find a man there. Well, I had to go and get her. I guess you know that you really KNOW Your goose if you can spot her among many others that look just like her! I always let her sit until she actually lost weight over it-then I said, "Enough!" and took the eggs. Poor Paris never did become a Mama to geese, but she did have a chance to mother some baby ducks I had. She was a content old girl then. I'm sure she's mothering something in heaven now!

Dear Paula"Andrzejki" are divination evening.They are held on the last day in November when Andrew is celebrated.Unmarried women augur the future. How will they call their partners, whether they rich or not. How many will have children, etc.There are many types of divination. The best known is probably the lost wax through the keyhole. It consists in the fact that rostopiony wax pour through a keyhole into a bowl of water. When the wax has cooled down pull it out of the water and casting its shadow on the wall trying to read something of its shape. Another is to put shoes. It consists in the fact that all women take off your left shoe. With all of the shoes we create one string from the window. Everyone but at the end of the queue moves at the beginning and so on. This is done as long as one of the shoes hit the door. The owner of the shoe comes first married :)Ostatniim of these cards is to make known the names of the men. It is made the day before, "Andrzejki" and in the evening they put the pillow. When a woman gets up in the morning draw just one of those cards. First name drawn will be her future husband :)I greet and embraceIlona

Ha, I hear you ! My Silkies have put their broody pants on too, no matter it is wet, and stormy, and dark. I keep taking their eggs away, and they keep tryin' to sit.Love my Silkies.:) ( I love your term "broody pants".)

She is so beautiful, I want to pet those soft looking feathers. grin. I was away for awhile, I am so glad to be back. I love to visit - I love the photo of the sheep, they are gorgeous. And Lily had every right to have a break!!! Kisses to our girl! Thanks for sharing this world, I am very glad to be back. All the best.

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